Poetry
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FROM TIME TO TIME
I see the words on your lips They read, “Let’s go back to mine.” But you don’t think twice Nor do I see any dark, twisted sign which fervently asks me to decline Your paper heart bares it all as I stand enraptured in the sun You say you’ve loved and you’ve lost but Continue reading
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FANCIFUL CONVERSATIONS
I touch your fingertips and you tremble like a house on fire I whisper ‘come on over’ into your ears and you get startled like a cat in the rain What is it that makes this so different from what the two of us have battled before? Why is there no longer any trepidation Continue reading
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BROKEN GLASS
The snapping of your heels, The clicking of your tongue in annoyance, The sound made by the ocean upon hitting the rocks wave after wave; Every possible opportunity we snatched from the jaws of disapproving friends who supplicate us with the same questions. What are we leaving behind? The waves finally gain traction and Continue reading
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MOTHER’S DAY
Never could I bring Tagore’s genius alive Nor was I there to see the hopelessness arrive Yet your touch on a sweltering day Upon my forehead could kiss the worries away, You never wanted anything more than a hug But I had the heart to reply with only a shrug It hurt you so Continue reading
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ALL THINGS ASIDE
Through a frown upon your face and a half-twisted smile you call out my name I shrug, quiver and stir from the self-imposed reticence I had climbed into awakening with the gentle thud of the all-knowing and the all-encompassing by comprehending close to nothing about the kind of predicament that awaits us today Continue reading
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A NIGHT AT THE GRAVEYARD
We stand apart, hands on thighs There’s a visible nip in the air There’s so much to say yet we relinquish the chance As if its mere existence has scared us in advance and the wind gently tousles your hair. There have been lots of dreams made That found their place ultimately here Yet, Continue reading
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ADMISSION
I’ll call you under trying circumstances but there is still going to be a tiny bit of fragility, a little bit of tenderness hidden inside this crevice I don’t know why you never show that side of yours to the world, I can only guess but it strikes me before I can call out your Continue reading
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ENTRAPPED
Brought upon this puny world across the sea and across the land for it is in vain that your cries are hurled and in a hollow that your feet now stand in a manner far from being grand. You’ve lost the hope and the will to dream and to break this chain but waiting Continue reading
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AT A LOSS
During those long-running conversations regarding who will cook the dinner and who gets to do the dishes there was one moment of truth I uncovered from within those dark crevices you lovingly call eyes We were huddled in front of the television with the cat curled up inside the warmth of our laps which Continue reading
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A STARRY TALE
Sitting upon the dangerous ridge, Looking above the menacing trees, There seems to be a speck on the bridge, Coupled with the warm summer breeze. I wondered what the stars tell each other What conversation they have over dinner Does Ursa share his greens with his brother And is Canis really some lottery Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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